Yo, you better run quick, go catch a cab,
Cus I dont need no fuckin weapon to mame u, I'll use my vocab,
Cus its like an armoured boot and I'll kick u with its toe-cap,
Put the charge on my card or sign me to a charged tab,
Cus I'll be workin on shit with eminem "straight from the lab"
My words will stamp on you like they weigh over 245 l-b's,
Even with the venom I spit with my A B C's it'l feel like the urin burin, stings when u pee,
I guess my words are like a sexually transmited desiese,
Goes undetected, spreads, and ur infected with herp-ee's
But Bitch, oh please, get down on ur knee's..
Dont lick my pussy, ur there to beg to the earth,
Cus my mouth, it gives birth to a verbal content,
And my spit ejaculates like a nigga's when he's spent,
Every fucker in town should fear my tongue,
Shout at the landlady and make her forget the rent,
I'm givin it up for lent... next year,
So until then ur next weapon is being queare (gay)

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